Little Time

I grew up with a mentally ill mother.  She had dissosociative personallity disorder – it isn’t well known, but you have heard of its first cousin, multiple personality disorder.  As a result, my entire life was a crisis – living in a home where even the slightest mistake in your wording could send your mother into a suicidal tailspin made me learn to turn all my negative feelings on myself (as a child, hating myself was always far easier than being blamed for a dissosociative episode or a suicide attempt – and, yes, she did directly blame me for some).  I’ve been trying, in my […]